Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.